Glory Hole Whore

Just a quick bit of porn, a little rough on the editing, but should be good for a read. :)

Contains epic amounts of spooge, m/f blowjobs, and futa/fem hardcore action.

For once, all my characters are of legal age, too! Zomg...I hope this isn't a trend.

Susan was a neglected housewife. Her husband wasn’t a bad man, just a busy one. His career came first, and she came second, that was just the way it was. He had given her a comfortable life for twenty years, and she was thankful to have him, knowing other women didn’t have it nearly as good. They lived in a pleasant suburb, with a well manicured yard maintained by paid landscapers, in a modest house cleaned by a paid housekeeper. Susan wanted for nothing, nothing except someone to satisfy her sexual appetites, which even for a middle aged woman were extreme.

She was an attractive woman, of medium height and build, with very large E cups that were still fairly perky, and a firm butt from lots of aerobics. Her legs and pussy were religiously shaven every morning, just before the typically hour long frantic masturbation in her shower with the detachable shower head. Her husband barely touched her anymore, and her sex drive needed release in the worst way. Then one day she’d found the sex personals site in her daily web browsing. Anonymous encounters, set up over the internet. The illicit thrill that had sent through her nethers had required her to get out her Hitachi vibrator and cum her brains out for another hour. But could she actually cheat on her husband? She did love him, just needed some thrills.

For weeks she resisted the urge, continuing to surf for porn and masturbate as usual. It was in this frequent erotic web browsing that she came across a story including a glory hole. As she read, her pussy began to leak copiously at the thought of sucking some stranger’s cock, never seeing their face, never worrying about them touching her. The image stayed with her for another two weeks before she made her decision.

The hardest part was finding a location. She didn’t like the idea of just wandering through bus stations trying to find a suitable hole pre-made, so instead she investigated the local rec center, which she knew from experience had floor length stalls, and was quite clean. But of course she needed to be in the men’s restroom for this to work, and she couldn’t get caught checking. She waited until the place was fairly empty, and then knocked once, cracking the door enough to call in, “Maintenance.”

There was no reply, and so making one last look around, she ducked into the bathroom. It was pretty big, with spotless white tiles, clean mirrors, and floor length, large stalls. Whomever clea